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Memories of being Naughty and Nice as a kid
No one is ever perfect. Kids do things, often egged on by peers and siblings, that they probably shouldn’t do. Kids can also partner with friends to be kind. Parents are often focused on their child’s friends because they want good role models for their kids. No one wants the neighborhood bully as a role model for their sweet baby.
As a child did you consistently get involved with shenanigans? Was there one time when in particular, that you can remember doing something you regretted? Did your parents know, or were you able to keep it a secret? Were you often mischievous as a child? Did you change your typical behavior if a birthday or holiday was near, hoping to win the favor of your parents?
Now think about times you were particularly nice. Or think about something someone did for you that was nice, when you were growing up. Did you show off your “niceness” for relatives or adults when asked to be good by your parents? What characteristics do you think makes a kid “nice?” What about a teenager? Were there different expectations as you grew up?
I hope I do not come across as a goody two shoes, because I don’t think I was!
I can’t remember ever getting into trouble as a kid, well apart from hanging out of the kitchen window and Bro smacking my backside. I didn’t belong to a gang either in the neighbourhood or at school, but I did dab paint on the neck of a boy called Colin and got told off by teacher for it.
I was I suppose a considerate child, brought up to say please and thank you, and think about other people. When we had a series of power cuts in the 1960s, I went over to the old ladies across the road to make sure they had candles or torches and were OK.
I can still see my Dad’s fork half way to his mouth in 1981 when I announced I was leaving my job and moving in with a guy and his two kids. My divorce had been finalised a few months before and although Dad didn’t say anything, the pause in that simple movement was enough to know he wasn’t thrilled at the idea. I was told that I would always be welcome and that this was my home, but I could not expect to move out and then back in when things didn’t work out. My Dad had sussed the guy out and didn’t like him, but never said a word against him or my choice until it all went pear-shaped nearly 8 years later and I left the relationship. I moved in with Bro then taking my dog Kizzy with me as Mum and Dad couldn’t put me up this time. When I met Hubby, both of my parents liked him immediately, and Dad knew I’d found someone special and that he’d look after me.
My music has apparently been a source of pleasure for many people, especially as I used to play at the working men’s club on a Wednesday evening and the old boys would sing along over a pint, game of darts or shove ha’penny. The old lady next door to Mum and Dad let me play her piano until ours was taken out of storage. I have happy memories of similar instances and at home would love to hear Mum singing along to the old favourites from the musicals.
Years ago, Hubby bought this for me to hang on the door. We know it’s here somewhere (this is our current front door), but can’t find it.
It has a flip middle, one side saying “I’ve been nice, please leave presents” and the other “I’ve been naughty but I can explain”.
Thanks for joining in Di. I am glad you had few misbehaving episodes as a kid. I think being good is easier than being bad and worrying about the consequences. I like your Santa. I can explain, is the perfect answer.
hehe. We got one for our boating friend too and she thought it was hysterical!
It is. Di, your ping back did not show up on my blog. Could you please put your link in my comment section? Thanks
Think you’ve found me now and the link is in your comments too.
I went looking and your pingback ended up in spam. I fixed it.
It happens 😦
I love the sign di!
You are always considerate and kind now, so I know you were like that as a child, too!
Bless you Carol Anne.
Melanie Safka did the same thing in a power outage handing out candles to her neighbors.
Di, this is the first time that I ever got a message saying that you pensitivity101 liked a comment that I made. and I am always happy to revisit your posts especially if you like my comments.
Wow! I know I’ve liked lots of your comments Jim! How odd that they’ve never been picked up for you.
You still are very nice and considerate.
Thank you. I try to be.
This was a feel good post! I once got in trouble at school (the only time) because I wouldn’t take off my blazer to do somersaults. The HS kids said I was insubordinate and made me stand in the hall. When the teacher came back and asked why I was being punished he couldn’t believe it. Of course I had not been able to explain as I had been told to “quit arguing and just do it” The HS students never assisted again – I couldn’t take off my jacket because I was only wearing a dicky underneath. I didn’t want to do a somersault because I was wearing a skirt. And I was in 5th grade… I held my ground but was one very unhappy camper!
I was reprimanded by the bully of Gym staff (she always picked on me) and she put a snide comment on my school report that I should not be so slow changing. If she knew my circumstances, she would have realised my dress was two sizes too small and the only yellow one I had (compulsory) until I could have my sister’s handmedowns as we overlapped by a year. It was second hand, very thin, and I was afraid of tearing it. Had she known that, she would probably have been e en more spiteful and made an example of me in front of everyone (bitch).